Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
ABC,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.